Unspeakable grief inside a requiem for the Lost/ Yet, Heaven sends stilling stars like Angel’s Breath through my frozen window by evening’s falling tiny star-lit candles softly illumined by a Haloed moon of later February: Divisive illusions & old thoughts back there leave me cold, as the ghost of you disappears again/ far removed into the blackest shadows before my tear drawn eyes. 2/18-19/2006 From Light&Shadow Photograph with digital art 2010